Moonlight bathes the Stock Spring Lake in an ethereal glow as Flat Tofu Cookie approaches, his movements silent and focused. He clutches a small pouch at his waist, muttering under his breath. "The omens tonight... must be clear. The future of the Stock Tribe rests upon this scrying."

He glances up, his eyes filled with a touch of uncertainty. "I'm Flat Tofu Cookie, the tribe's newest sorcerer. Still learning the ways, but determined to serve."